The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 362

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Chapter 362
Chapter 362
Creating multiple items from a single material.
It wasn’t impossible.
In fact, when I worked here before, didn’t I create the ‘Red Beast God’s Lion Hide’ and then use the leftover leather to craft the ‘Black Lion’s Grip’?
The problem was the types of items I needed to create this time.
A sword, a shield, and a dagger.
The gauntlets I made before were close to auxiliary equipment, so there was no issue with the materials used being minimal, but this time I had to create three main-class weapons.
Normally, it would have been difficult, but….
‘The material is larger than I expected.’
The Purple Mechanical God’s gear.
Its size was quite substantial.
If I divided it well, and mixed in some legendary-grade materials.
It seemed I could definitely create three items from it.
Of course, doing so would result in lower performance compared to creating a single item from it.
Well, in truth, the difference wasn’t significant enough that creating three weapons would be more efficient.
Above all.
‘It seems possible.’
An idea came to mind.
With that method, I could smoothly create three weapons.
With that thought, I took the lead with the Dwarves and began the work.
“First, I’ll cut out the gear teeth section.”
“This?”
“Yes, all of it.”
“Hmm, what a shame. If we smelted it whole and made something like a ‘Gear Shield,’ it would have been a masterpiece.”
I agreed with that assessment.
If I properly utilized the gear to create a shield, I might complete a shield like ‘Linotoros,’ the shield of Ares, the God of War.
But, what could I do?
The client requested that I create three weapons from this single item.
Clang!
I struck the gear glowing crimson-hot from the lava furnace, beginning to tear away the teeth section of the gear.
It was crude work with chisel and hammer, but true to its mythic-grade nature, the forging was extraordinarily difficult.
Still, weren’t all the Dwarves here the finest blacksmiths on the Continent?
Eventually, I managed to remove all the gear teeth.
“I’ll create the shield first!”
I immediately began the next task.
Clang!
I hammered the shield.
Since the gear itself, as a component of the Evil God, had inherently excellent properties, I compressed it through hammering without major alterations, further increasing its durability and defensive power.
I enlarged its size, recalling the Knight Commander of the Black Shield Knights I remembered.
I refined the frame into a shape similar to what Conrad Duran had used.
After fashioning a handle from legendary-grade materials and fitting it, I was ready to finish.
“What are you saying! You must add patterns!”
“Patterns, you say?”
“You’re going to make a shield of this caliber completely plain?”
“Adding patterns won’t improve its performance, will it?”
“That’s not the issue! Making a shield of this magnitude without patterns is a sin against the craft itself! I absolutely cannot allow it!”
The Dwarves voiced their objections.
Because of this, I showed them the emblem of the Black Shield Knights that I remembered, and left the engraving work entirely to the Dwarves.
After that, I took the serrated section I had prepared beforehand, reheated it in the lava furnace, and then.
Clang!
I swung the hammer once more.
The shield work was relatively straightforward, but swords and daggers were different.
I could have used it as-is to create a saw-toothed blade, but a sword isn’t something you can make simply by shaping it.
I had maximized the shield’s performance through maximum compression, but to create a sword from this.
Clang!
“Oho, folded steel forging!”
“We’ll help too!”
A folding process was necessary.
To explain: you fold the steel and strike it, fold it again and strike it repeatedly, controlling impurity content and increasing durability through this method.
Only after completing the tempering process could I finish the work.
The legendary-grade material “Purple Mechanical God’s Oil” proved invaluable here.
When tempering the material heated to its limit, this oil played a crucial role.
Just as I was about to complete this work as well.
“Patterns! You must add patterns!”
“We cannot accept plainness!”
Once again, for the Dwarves insisting on patterns, I revealed the symbols of the Red Wolf and Ash Dust.
The Dwarves then urgently received the symbols and began engraving them onto the blade surfaces.
After they added color using what they called a Dwarven secret technique.
I finally succeeded in creating three weapons.
Of course.
[ Crafting successful. ]
[ Judgment: Transcendent Success ]
All three weapons received transcendent judgments.
The three weapons created this way were, naturally.
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Malice ]
Form: Sword
Grade: Mythic
[ Purple Mechanical God’s Destiny ]
Form: Shield
Grade: Mythic
[Purple Mechanical God’s Murderous Intent]
Form: Dagger
Grade: Mythic
All three were Mythic-grade.
Moreover, they were genuinely Mythic-grade weapons with such exceptional performance that it was hard to believe they had been forged from a single material.
* * *
I planned to remain in Mueldum for some time.
From the Desert in the western Continent to Cronion in the eastern Continent.
I had accumulated a considerable quantity of high-grade materials along the way, and since I had come all this way to Mueldum, I wanted to use all of them.
Beyond that, refining Mythic-grade items took far longer than I had anticipated.
Just the Purple Mechanical God’s Cogwheel alone had consumed an entire day.
For that reason, I decided to have a proxy deliver the finished items to the Emperor instead of returning personally.
Of course, the Emperor himself had selected and sent the proxy.
“Kiiiiiiiii-!!”
A thunderous roar echoed from the sky.
A colossal white flying dragon.
A White Wyvern descended and landed at the entrance of Mueldum.
Its identity was none other than.
“It has been a long time, Knight Commander.”
“Marquis Mir! Indeed it has. But already a Marquis? Soon I’ll have to use formal speech with you, won’t I?”
“The Knight Order is recognized as a separate power from the nobility, is it not?”
“That may be true, but the reality is that once you reach the rank of Duke or higher, even we cannot treat you casually.”
The Knight Commander of the White Wyvern Knights.
It was Drackin Antonius.
Indeed, three Mythic-grade weapons had to be delivered.
Even for the Empire, Mythic-grade weapons were items as precious as national treasures, so a Knight Commander’s presence was necessary to maintain proper security.
Normally he would be busy defending against monsters in the Northern Region, but thanks to the war with Cronion ending and reinforcements being sent north, the Knight Commander had found the time to visit personally.
“The items are…”
“Right here.”
Mythic-grade weapons, no less. I’m envious. When you face the next Evil God, do call upon me. I’m confident we’ll be more helpful than the Red Wolf or Black Shield.”
“I would be grateful for that.”
“Haha, no need to say more. I would like to converse further, but His Majesty’s errand demands haste.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
“Kiiiiiii-!!”
The White Wyvern let out another thunderous roar and took flight once more.
After that.
The Knight Commander’s destination was not the Imperial Palace, but the Northern Front of the Empire, where ferocious monsters were encroaching.
The reason was simple.
“Your Majesty.”
“Oh, Drackin Antonius. You’ve arrived.”
“As you instructed, I’ve brought Count Mir’s creations.”
“Well done.”
The Emperor was stationed at the Northern Front.
With the war against Cronion concluded, the Empire’s only active battlefield was the North.
Thus, the Emperor had immediately traveled north after sending Mir to investigate the dire situation at the Northern Front firsthand.
Upon examining the weapons Mir had crafted, the Emperor.
“Remarkable. Truly magnificent. To possess such formidable combat prowess and yet demonstrate equal mastery in the art of forging—it’s extraordinary.”
He could only marvel at the weapons Mir had sent.
A crimson blade bearing the emblem of the Red Wolf Knights.
A black shield inscribed with the insignia of the Black Shield Knights.
An ashen dagger etched with the crest of the Ash Dust Knight Order.
Through the dragon’s eyes he possessed, the Emperor could immediately discern the extraordinary potential of all three weapons.
With a nod of approval, the Emperor.
“Summon them.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The three Knight Commanders were brought forth.
“This is a reward for you, who alongside Count Mir defeated Cronion and the Evil God at the Eastern Front.”
“We are deeply honored, Your Majesty.”
He presented the three weapons to them.
However, before they could even properly examine their new arms.
“ROOOAAARRR!”
“Alert! Monster Wave incoming!”
“Already?”
“They’re attacking without any pattern or predictability.”
“Everyone, gather! Hold your positions!”
A monster wave erupted without warning.
As a result, the three Knight Commanders had no choice but to rush immediately to the battlefield.
The first to charge forward was Conrad Duran, Knight Commander of the Black Shield Knights.
As befitted one who wielded a shield, he took the vanguard, charging toward a two-headed ogre—a Twin-Head Ogre.
Twin-Head Ogres were already renowned for their strength among ogres, but this variant possessed exceptional raw power.
Particularly, the Twin-Head Ogres descending from the North were incomparably more formidable than those found in the Continent’s Center.
Even for Conrad Duran, the attacks of a Twin-Head Ogre posed a considerable burden.
Yet.
Boom!
“Hm?”
The moment he blocked the Twin-Head Ogre’s strike.
Conrad Duran felt it.
The Twin-Head Ogre’s attack felt remarkably light.
Was this particular Twin-Head Ogre exceptionally weak?
There’s no way.
The ogre visible beyond the shield appeared even larger than the ogres I usually encountered.
Then.
“Indeed, quite sturdy!”
Only one thing remained.
The shield.
The monsters’ relentless assault continued.
Conrad Duran, as always, infused mana into the shield to raise a barrier, but.
Whoosh!
“Huh!”
The moment mana flooded into the shield.
A purple barrier unfurled—far thicker and wider than what he normally conjured.
The purple barrier repelled the monsters’ successive attacks with remarkable ease.
Conrad Duran burst into hearty laughter and drove the monsters back.
At that moment.
Whoosh!
Above Conrad Duran, a red-haired man leaped skyward.
His identity: Ragnar Bloodvein, Knight Commander of the Red Wolf Knights.
He soared forward, leaving a crimson afterimage, and drew the sword bestowed upon him by the Emperor.
As he channeled sword energy into it.
“Such a blade manifestation—it resembles the fangs of a beast. I find it most pleasing.”
A sharp, jagged sword energy materialized, resembling the teeth of a wild creature.
Naturally, his sword energy had never taken such a form before.
This was the effect of his weapon, the Purple Mechanical God’s Malice.
Swinging the blade energy he had created.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, crash!
The sword energy—far longer and more powerful than usual—swept across the monsters.
Moreover, the jagged, vicious blade energy didn’t merely cut through the monsters; it tore them apart savagely, as if a beast had ripped them with its fangs.
The wounds grew larger and harder to heal, so the efficiency naturally improved.
Then.
Whoosh.
The boss monster commanding the monsters from the rear of the wave.
The Knight Commander of Ash Dust, who had seized the giant yeti from behind.
Darkness leaped swiftly, landing upon the giant yeti’s nape, and immediately wielded his new dagger, the Purple Mechanical God’s Murderous Intent.
Even for a boss monster as massive as a giant yeti, one would normally need to strike and cut the vital points two or three times to bring it down.
So this time too, thinking of the next strike, I swung the dagger.
Boom, boom, boom, crash!
Like the Purple Mechanical God’s Malice, the dagger was forged with teeth resembling gear teeth.
My dagger too unleashed jagged, savage blade energy.
The blade energy created this way severed the giant yeti’s nape all the way through to its spine.
No, it wasn’t just torn open—it looked as though the spine itself had been ripped to shreds.
All it took was changing a single weapon.
A boss monster that once required two or three strikes to its vital points could now be felled with a single blow.
Thus, the three Knight Commanders who had tested the weapons I crafted for them.
“Haha, truly magnificent! Count Mir!”
“Not only your prowess in battle, but your skill as a Blacksmith as well. I hear you’ve even distinguished yourself in the magical arts—a talent that borders on fearsome.”
“Fortunate that you’re on our side.”
Satisfied with their mythic-grade weapons, they began swiftly dispatching the remaining monsters.

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